Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE OLD PROFESSOR, by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER


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First Line: See, there he goes, a-pulling his long beard
Last Line: Seeks the high lark in god's clear element.
Alternate Author Name(s): Sigerson, Dora; Shorter, Mrs. Clement
Subject(s): Fathers & Daughters; Marriage; Teaching & Teachers; Weddings; Husbands; Wives


SEE, there he goes, a-pulling his long beard;
With frowning brow, and far and absent gaze,
On his bowed head the dust of time's grey years,
And on his parchment cheek life's score of days.

He doth not hear the lark in worship swing
Up God's blue stairs the incense of his song;
Nor sees the daffodil that like a bell
On some tall spire sways in a faint ding-dong.

Who hath his heart enchanted? Who his soul?
Since by his side his mate forgotten goes,
She once so fair now chilled by autumn's breath,
And on her cheek the last pale summer rose.

Oh! see, that wistful lamp within her eyes,
That beacon flame that once so bright did burn,
Now frail, now dim, yet faithful still it shines,
In hope some day the traveller shall return.

Beside him walks the one child of his home,
Half leaning to the world that calls her fair,
Half yielding to his arm. Her young shy eyes
Ask what hath love to offer for her share?

He hath not seen this tender bud unfold
From baby beauty to this perfect bloom,
But ever went through all her lovely years
With absent eyes and brow of frowning gloom.

He had not paused through all her childish days
To fold that laughing spirit to his heart.
Who charmed him thus? what witch or wizard held
Those living hours from all his world apart?

See, there he goes a-pulling his long beard.
Poor, stricken thing, cursed by some fairy spell,
To shrink from love and laughter, bird and flower,
Within the shadowy past to brood and dwell.

There like some moth to feed upon the shroud
Of fair Egyptian queen, or from the scroll
Of ancient writ to creep like some poor worm.
He hath forgot he hath a human soul.

See, there he stays by yonder ruined church,
The sunshine of the spring on his grey head;
How keen his gaze, how quick his eager smile;
He finds his pleasures mid forgotten dead.

And there his mate, all patient by the wall,
Sees his rare joy, and smiling is content.
And there his child, with eyes in wonder raised,
Seeks the high lark in God's clear element.





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